Centro-Matic - All Hail the Label Scouts lyrics

In time, they'll talk it out but I don't even know what for Diseased, despicable exchanges made behind closed doors To grind, to work it out and calculate the latest scores To ship the units, feign emotion, get 'em in those stores Chorus And my! It's so nice to see that you knew how To fly! We'll shoot you up when you come down In time, they'll sell it out and pa** it off as something real The drinks, the talent spewing nonsense at the label meals We'll smile, we'll shake it off and laugh at those that we despise At last, your rock and bullsh** swindle leads to your demise! Chorus Oh, oh... In time, they'll talk it out but I don't even know what for